Imprisoned

Imprisoned
A thought wide,
An emoting high
Makes this jail
So limited
That it ends
Long before
It begins.

For here is cluttered with frustration,
And considerations has been crushed
Beneath turmoil as solid as concrete.

There is no space to breath freedom
With a roof made of claustrophobia
That reflects in the cracked floor.

I am choking on myself in this cage,
This skin is some numbers too small.
Please. Set me free. Let me out.
Give me the key to get out of my mind.

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